so much for the big plans

so what's been keeping me busy/not posting rubbish? remember that record lathe thing? well, it's up and running now. which means things are now running around in the sub-lo-fi abyss. below-fi? lower-fi?

chlorophyll? more like bore-ophyll.

i've been experimenting with cutting some 7" records on lexan polycarbonate (much thanks to Michael of Secret Message Machine, again). they're starting to come out a bit better each time.  of course, any sort of punch-y note ends up with a bit of a bendy-wobbly-is-this-thing-spinning-at-uneven-speeds kinda sound.  however, you may notice that voices and some stuff sounds better. i have to adjust the speed to compensate for differences between the lathe and a 45 rpm player.
they're all one-offs. they're square. they're clear.

i may try to play a show sometime.  see if i can put this plastic burden on some other folks.

now, to rest on my laurels.

you on the run:

colors on the run:

song for mike (not mike's song):

mad as hell:

i am a spaceman, scribbling my name on the face of God.

experimental.
lo-fi.
new.
listen.

1. i am a spaceman
2. aphelion
3. perihelion

an introduction to worms

new ep.
some stuff that's been heard before in different forms. most of it was recorded on my handy little cassette recorder. a bit in ohio. a bit in seattle. a few songs and some random street noise stuff.

1. an introduction
2. a funny farm with your name written on it
3. secret songs
4. william of orange
5. once through the market

listen & download

foolish

here's a favorite of mine being butchered over an 18 minute span. also, i think somehow the speed of the vocal track and the speed of the guitar track got thrown off each other.  i don't know if that's possible.

sorry superchunk.

foolish:



also probably the only time you'll hear a drum track. until of course i make a human friend to play drums with me.

UPDATE: here is another take.  it's still 20 minutes too long and doing the original an injustice.

seattle's last song

last song recorded in seattle.
now i'm doing math problems in ohio and missing my brother. 
but all is well and good.


30 minutes of noise:


seattle's last song

young/reckless

erie abdallah - young/reckless

1. i know you rider (intro)       (2:32)
2. angels' fight song             (5:53)
3. i sit down cool in the shade   (2:29)
4. i've seen your muscles slide   (3:34)
5. breathing machine              (10:08)
6. i know you rider (pts. 2+3)    (9:43)
7. the wilson machine works       (4:31)
8. light-colored bulbs            (5:15)
9. light-colored bulbs (repeater) (9:21)
10. here come the cops            (3:57)
11. kim & karen                   (2:50)
12. milk chocolate                (3:16)
13. young/reckless                (30:33)


this one is more towards the experimental side, at least opposed to the more folksy stuff that's been posted in the past.  there's no denying the fact that this album is a little bit self-indulgent with several songs stretching upwards 10 minutes, but it was certainly enjoyable to record.  i particularly enjoy the title track.

like all the other records, you set out with a particular idea/sound in mind and by the end, the finished product is nothing like that.  originally, this was planned to be an all-instrumental space-y one.  then after that, it was intended to basically be a dumping ground for songs that didn't quite fit the other projects being worked on. then, it was this.


young/reckless


p.s i do enjoy that photo. some old pinhole taken in high school.

wandering thoughts

so, i'm starting to see all of this as more of a storage/backup situation than anything else (lord knows no one is listening to any of it).  so on that note, i plan on uploading a lot more old stuff, as well as unfinished stuff, tape recordings, crap, etc.

this is an old one.  pretty much all instrumental, with a bit of everything. lots-o-feedback, banjo, geetar, stuff.  also all one track. there are some moments in here i do enjoy quite a bit. there are also some mess ups and not-as-enjoyable moments.

anyway, here's 38 minutes of noise.


wandering thoughts